There is a thing. It moves quickly and I can sometimes glimpse it but not ever catch it. Sometimes I'm sure it's the thought, I mean THE thought that will make everything else click into place. Other times it's just a illusion like floaters in the corner of my eyesight. Not real just teasing me and making me think there's something out here worth all this effort of seeking. It's just a thing. "A dream I'm told from days when I was young"